Vineyards

Trouble comes—and we must simply live above it.

Trouble comes—and we must simply live above it.

Sometimes we are born again through the memories we left in cold rooms.


After
Verse 1 I carried an umbrella big enough for two Held it over everyone I loved Kept pretending I wasn't getting soaked through While the rain came falling from above
They said, “Keep walking, keep moving, keep your head up high” But nobody told me wings need time to mend Even angels have to come back to the ground sometimes Even rivers have to find their bends
So let the storm come Let the thunder call my name I am not broken I am just learning how to change
Butterflies don't fight the rain They find a place to hide They wait for the sun They open up and fly
I built a garden out of yesterday Planted every memory I couldn't leave behind Funny how the things that once could break you Become the roots that hold you when you climb
The past is not a prison It's a lantern in the dark Every scar a little window Every wound a little spark
The forest burns The forest grows The river cuts The river knows What looks like ending Is only the earth making room For something new to bloom
So let the storm come I don't have to run away I am not drowning I'm just waiting for the day
When the clouds give back the sky And the rain becomes a song These wings were never gone They were just resting all along

It's a big enough umbrella, but it's always me That ends up getting wet

love saves us by teaching us how to be a stranger.

Just sit and listen and draw what you feel and hear. This was what came out.
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and if you have the ability to love love yourself first

I am not afraid.